about
Truly something out of next to nothing. The result of spontaneity, many late nights playing past the point of being burnt out, and four ideas coming together as one. Lyrically the song touches on coming to terms with, and the resulting departure from seemingly large loss.
lyrics
Third one awake, I've tried counting everything that these walls can take but nothing I say can replace the feeling of the rest of my life drifting slowly away. I've never wanted to be tied to any vessel's wake, no.
The first world is trembling like the wake of your liner with no one to save. I am learning to breathe underwater. I'm learning to sing so loud that these high seas will shatter your crystal, the kind that you keep at the top of your favor. The favor you'd do me: whatever you need....
Make you write for it, 'cross the blue blanket, make you write back home.
Make you write for it, 'cross the blue blanket, make you write back home for it.
When the music stops, I'll be singing about all the lightning and waves that shook from the lookout, to the brave ones stationed below, guiding me home and you away. I've severed my ties, I've burned all the parchment, I've laid waste to the lighthouse's eyes. There's no cavalry coming around. Whatever you need....
Make you write for it, 'cross the blue blanket, make you write back home.
Make you write for it, 'cross the blue blanket, make you write back home for it.
When the music stops inside, I'll be singing about all the lightning and waves that shook from the lookout, to the brave ones stationed below, guiding me home and you away. I've severed my ties! I've burned all the parchment! Laid waste to the lighthouse's eyes, and I will make you write for it, make you write for it, make you write back home.
Until you find a better home.
credits
from
The Copperfield EP,
released September 13, 2011
Bobby Moore: Guitar/Vocals
Darnell Stewart: Guitar
Dana Rempel: Bass
Eric Hayes: Drums/Synthesizers
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